NightfallOut the front door and the globe of skyHisses a warm pink and way orangeLike the wave pattern on sand.Inhale the watery-smelling airAs a V of geese squawks by.Sun hangs outside that globeSlipping around to the other sideLeaving those watery rumbles to memoryAnd dragging behind a purple reminderThat drips to blue, to black, now night, now home.A crisp moon crescent cuts the sky,Its
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